Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Cowsills to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unrelated Segments,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Modern Lovers,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Sonics,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Max Romeo,
The Divine Comedy,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.